I yesterday walking apart
In a leafy place where the cattle
Something to keep for a charm in my heartó
A little sweet girl in a garden
Laughing she lay in the gold sunís might,
And held for a target to shelter
In her little soft fingers, round and white,
The gold-rimmed face of a sunflower.
she lay on the stone that stands
For a rough-hewn step in that
And her yellow hair hung down to her hands,
Shadowing over her dimpled face.
Her eyes like the blue of the sky, made dim
With the might of the sun that
looked at her,
Shone laughing over the serried rim,
Golden set, of the sunflower.
for token she gave to me
Three petals out of the sunflower;ó
When the petals are withered and gone, shall be
Three verses of mine for praise
That a tender dream of her face may rise
And lighten me yet in another
Of her sunny hair and her beautiful eyes,
Laughing over the golden sunflower.